Saved by misfortune -by Davi'O R. 'Seki
Saved By Misfortune...
It might be hard for you to believe that I write this story, or should I say Testimony having a broken wrist, which, I must confess, hurts like the pain of eternal damnation. The pain I so admire not because I am being sadistic to myself, but because it reminds me of how I was saved yesterday by the misfortune that brought this pain upon me yesterday on my visit to the Eko area.
Well, you know the way parents advice their children who are going into the University not to go about with bad gangs, high class pocket sucking girls and give a whole lot of other dos and donts, that was how my parents sat me down to orient me about the Eko region. I listened to them at first and went into school and whenever I am invited there by friends or a couple of coursies, I humbly declined their invitation and their facetious, or should I say Jocular, comments about me being such a daddy's boy wouldn't even hit me one bit, because I always believed my parents.
Until one day a friend, I know stays in the Eko area, came to my room at about 9pm from there and stopped by Akanu Ibanu hostel to rest a bit and have us both go to night class together. I really began to rethink about this place and thought it won't be that bad of a place as my parents had presented it to me if my friend, John, could walk that ground that late without been touched by any brothers of that region. So I decided in my head that I would honour a next visitation to the region. Just yesterday, I was on a chat with Julie via WhatsApp and she did tell me she wanted to hang out and I visited her, since I too was bored yesterday, been a Saturday and I just thought it would be a good time to visit there for the first time. I did get directions from Julie on how to get to her place and we hung around that day and she showed me a few a places in the region and told me a lot about the place, there was nothing about it, but I should just know where to be and where not to be at certain hours of the day and I concluded it wasn't so much of a bad place after all.
Well, It was just about 4 hours after 12 noon on the clock when I headed back to my hostel fully assured that I was safe since it was a safe hour of the day. Suddenly, I heard the two words I had earlier wished I would never hear "Guy, Show..." My reflexes immediately made me turn my face towards my left hand side and I saw three guys sitting in front of a barbing saloon close to one of the junctions,one of them with a chest so large that it looked like his singlet was part of his skin, only made with a different colour. The other two looked normal, but a slap from one of them would definitely make me go psychosis. And they were staring at me. Shocked, Scared, Confused I was and I just felt like I should be swallowed by the earth. As I took my steps toward them, I could feel each neurons in my body send impulses around like they were all finding a place to hide, causing something I'll call "Panicking neurons" and thereby inducing one heavy tremor. I took steps further, approaching them. Suddenly, a car drove into this Street I was in, making a 90 degrees turn from the street the driver was coming out from and heading towards me, I noticed the car and tried to move quick to avoid it and I succeeded. Both fortunately and unfortunately at the same time, I was not fast enough to move my left wrist with the rest of my body, and with the way I moved, it was still behind me as I pushed myself forward towards the three big brothers who were waiting for me and suddenly, the side mirror of the car hit it and hurt me really bad. The driver didn't seem to have noticed because he never stopped to say sorry. But the Three brothers who had been waiting for me to get to them for the past 20 seconds since they called me, turned into three nurses who were showing me pity.
They said a whole lot of things advising me to be careful with the roads that the drivers in the area are all sorts of things and so on and so forth. After advising me, they let me go without taking anything from me, even telling me to try to treat the wrist, although he called it "hand", he said "Try treat you hand, eh... make e no go pass the one wein e dey so..." I followed that advice and went to the health centre were I was given care in the usual manner. Gossips about the hand and one of the nurses even suggested that my story was not genuine, and even those that believed it asked me if I was that blind, that I couldn't see a car coming my way. One of them did mention that Youths of these days "Will be making yanga when they are crossing the road"... I tried my best to stay calm and quiet even though I really wanted to give them all a piece of my mind, but I was at their mercy so I kept my mouth closed.
It's Sunday and I am back to the Hostel. Life has not been easy carrying the pain around, but it's one pain I really appreciate for saving me from the Brothers of the region, and making them care even better than the caregivers. Although, I have realised two things from this. First is, parents are always right, but sometimes, it is good to have experience so that the lesson will sink into your head, or bones as my case is. Secondly, not all bad things are bad, some could be your saving grace from bigger problems that you walk into...
Thanks for reading...
It might be hard for you to believe that I write this story, or should I say Testimony having a broken wrist, which, I must confess, hurts like the pain of eternal damnation. The pain I so admire not because I am being sadistic to myself, but because it reminds me of how I was saved yesterday by the misfortune that brought this pain upon me yesterday on my visit to the Eko area.
Well, you know the way parents advice their children who are going into the University not to go about with bad gangs, high class pocket sucking girls and give a whole lot of other dos and donts, that was how my parents sat me down to orient me about the Eko region. I listened to them at first and went into school and whenever I am invited there by friends or a couple of coursies, I humbly declined their invitation and their facetious, or should I say Jocular, comments about me being such a daddy's boy wouldn't even hit me one bit, because I always believed my parents.
Until one day a friend, I know stays in the Eko area, came to my room at about 9pm from there and stopped by Akanu Ibanu hostel to rest a bit and have us both go to night class together. I really began to rethink about this place and thought it won't be that bad of a place as my parents had presented it to me if my friend, John, could walk that ground that late without been touched by any brothers of that region. So I decided in my head that I would honour a next visitation to the region. Just yesterday, I was on a chat with Julie via WhatsApp and she did tell me she wanted to hang out and I visited her, since I too was bored yesterday, been a Saturday and I just thought it would be a good time to visit there for the first time. I did get directions from Julie on how to get to her place and we hung around that day and she showed me a few a places in the region and told me a lot about the place, there was nothing about it, but I should just know where to be and where not to be at certain hours of the day and I concluded it wasn't so much of a bad place after all.
Well, It was just about 4 hours after 12 noon on the clock when I headed back to my hostel fully assured that I was safe since it was a safe hour of the day. Suddenly, I heard the two words I had earlier wished I would never hear "Guy, Show..." My reflexes immediately made me turn my face towards my left hand side and I saw three guys sitting in front of a barbing saloon close to one of the junctions,one of them with a chest so large that it looked like his singlet was part of his skin, only made with a different colour. The other two looked normal, but a slap from one of them would definitely make me go psychosis. And they were staring at me. Shocked, Scared, Confused I was and I just felt like I should be swallowed by the earth. As I took my steps toward them, I could feel each neurons in my body send impulses around like they were all finding a place to hide, causing something I'll call "Panicking neurons" and thereby inducing one heavy tremor. I took steps further, approaching them. Suddenly, a car drove into this Street I was in, making a 90 degrees turn from the street the driver was coming out from and heading towards me, I noticed the car and tried to move quick to avoid it and I succeeded. Both fortunately and unfortunately at the same time, I was not fast enough to move my left wrist with the rest of my body, and with the way I moved, it was still behind me as I pushed myself forward towards the three big brothers who were waiting for me and suddenly, the side mirror of the car hit it and hurt me really bad. The driver didn't seem to have noticed because he never stopped to say sorry. But the Three brothers who had been waiting for me to get to them for the past 20 seconds since they called me, turned into three nurses who were showing me pity.
They said a whole lot of things advising me to be careful with the roads that the drivers in the area are all sorts of things and so on and so forth. After advising me, they let me go without taking anything from me, even telling me to try to treat the wrist, although he called it "hand", he said "Try treat you hand, eh... make e no go pass the one wein e dey so..." I followed that advice and went to the health centre were I was given care in the usual manner. Gossips about the hand and one of the nurses even suggested that my story was not genuine, and even those that believed it asked me if I was that blind, that I couldn't see a car coming my way. One of them did mention that Youths of these days "Will be making yanga when they are crossing the road"... I tried my best to stay calm and quiet even though I really wanted to give them all a piece of my mind, but I was at their mercy so I kept my mouth closed.
It's Sunday and I am back to the Hostel. Life has not been easy carrying the pain around, but it's one pain I really appreciate for saving me from the Brothers of the region, and making them care even better than the caregivers. Although, I have realised two things from this. First is, parents are always right, but sometimes, it is good to have experience so that the lesson will sink into your head, or bones as my case is. Secondly, not all bad things are bad, some could be your saving grace from bigger problems that you walk into...
Thanks for reading...
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